lightning split the sky into two,
you told me what you said was true,
thunder rumbled through the air,
you told me this and held my stare,
rain poured out of the sky,
everything you said was a lie.
and when the sun dies
your brown eyes hides.
YOU ARE READING
Almost | ✓
PoetryIsn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]
